His Girl Friday1940

Walter:
What's the use of fighting, Hildy? I'll tell you what you do. You come back to work on the paper, and if we find we can't get along in a friendly fashion, we'll get married again.

Hildy:
Oh Walter, you're wonderful - in a loathsome sort of way. Listen, Walter, you are no longer my husband and no longer my boss. And you're not going to be my boss.

Walter:
All right, take it. Work for somebody else. That's the gratitude I get.

Hildy:
Oh, I wish you'd stop hamming.

Walter:
What were you when you came here five years ago? A little college girl from a school of journalism. I took a doll-faced hick.

Hildy:
Well, you wouldn't take me if I hadn't been doll-faced...

Walter:
Listen. I made a great reporter out of you, Hildy. But you won't be half as good on any other paper and you know it. We're a team. That's what we are. You need me and I need you, and the paper needs both of us.

Hildy:
Sold American! Listen, Walter, the paper's gonna have to get along without me. So are you. It just didn't work out, Walter.

Walter:
Well, it would have worked out if you'd been satisfied with just being editor and reporter - but not you! You had to marry me and spoil everything.

Hildy:
I wasn't satisfied? I suppose I proposed to you?